Chapter CXXX

_Rādhā:_ I spent last night in bliss,
I saw my darling's moon-face:
Meseemed my life and youth bore fruit,
The ten directions were filled with joy.

I thought to-day that my home was made a home,
To-day my body became a body indeed:
Fate has been friendly to me to-day,
And all my doubts are dissolved.

Now let the koil call a hundred thousand times,
A hundred thousand moons may rise!
Now let the arrows-five become a hundred thousand,
And southern breezes sigh their softest!

Now for so long as he leaves me not
So long I deem my body is verily mine,
_Vidyāpati says: Your bliss is not little,_
_Blessing upon your love renewed!_

CXXXI.

_Rādhā:_ How shall I tell of my boundless joy, my dear,--
Mādhav abiding day after day in my house?
Just so much as the wicked moon annoyed me before,
Even so much was the joy when I saw my darling's face.

Even if I might fold in my wimple the best of treasures,
I would not let go my beloved into a far-away land:
A shawl in the winter is my beloved, a gentle breeze in
the summer,
My dear is a shelter from the storm, and a boat on the river.

_Vidyāpati says: Lo, lovely lady,_
_The grief of the goodly endures not for ever._